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Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus	A
Magna vir m tibi res antiqu laudis et artis	A
Aggredior sanctos ausus recludere fontes	A
Virg Geor	B
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While you my Lord the rural shades admire	B
And from Britannia's public posts retire	B
Nor longer her ungrateful sons to please	A
For their advantage sacrifice your ease	A
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Me into foreign realms my fate conveys	A
Through nations fruitful of immortal lays	A
Where the soft season and inviting clime	C
Conspire to trouble your repose with rhyme	C
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For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes	A
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise	A
Poetic fields encompass me around	D
And still I seem to tread on classic ground	D
For here the Muse so oft her harp has strung	E
That not a mountain rears its head unsung	E
Renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows	A
And ev'ry stream in heavenly numbers flows	A
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How am I pleas'd to search the hills and woods	A
For rising springs and celebrated floods	A
To view the Nar tumultuous in his course	A
And trace the smooth Clitumnus to his source	A
To see the Mincio draw his wat'ry store	B
Through the long windings of a fruitful shore	B
And hoary Albula's infected tide	F
O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide	F
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Fir'd with a thousand raptures I survey	G
Eridanus through flowery meadows stray	G
The king of floods that rolling o'er the plains	A
The towering Alps of half their moisture drains	A
And proudly swoln with a whole winter's snows	A
Distributes wealth and plenty where he flows	A
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Sometimes misguided by the tuneful throng	H
I look for streams immortaliz'd in song	H
That lost in silence and oblivion lie	I
Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry	I
Yet run forever by the Muse's skill	J
And in the smooth description murmur still	J
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Sometimes to gentle Tiber I retire	B
And the fam'd river's empty shores admire	B
That destitute of strength derives its course	A
From thrifty urns and an unfruitful source	A
Yet sung so often in poetic lays	A
With scorn the Danube and the Nile surveys	A
So high the deathless Muse exalts her theme	C
Such was the Boin a poor inglorious stream	C
That in Hibernian vales obscurely stray'd	K
And unobserv'd in wild meanders play'd	K
'Till by your lines and Nassau's sword renown'd	D
Its rising billows through the world resound	D
Where e'er the hero's godlike acts can pierce	A
Or where the fame of an immortal verse	A
Oh could the Muse my ravish'd breast inspire	B
With warmth like yours and raise an equal fire	B
Unnumber'd beauties in my verse should shine	L
And Virgil's Italy should yield to mine	L
See how the golden groves around me smile	M
That shun the coast of Britain's stormy isle	M
Or when transplanted and preserv'd with care	B
Curse the cold clime and starve in northern air	B
Here kindly warmth their mounting juice ferments	A
To nobler tastes and more exalted scents	A
Ev'n the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom	C
And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume	C
Bear me some god to Baia's gentle seats	A
Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats	A
Where western gales eternally reside	F
And all the seasons lavish all their pride	F
Blossoms and fruits and flowers together rise	A
And the whole year in gay confusion lies	A
Immortal glories in my mind revive	N
And in my soul a thousand passions strive	N
When Rome's exalted beauties I descry	B
Magnificent in piles of ruin lie	I
An amphitheatre's amazing height	O
Here fills my eye with terror and delight	O
That on its public shows unpeopled Rome	C
And held uncrowded nations in its womb	C
Here pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies	A
And here the proud triumphal arches rise	A
Where the old Romans deathless acts display'd	K
Their base degenerate progeny upbraid	K
Whole rivers here forsake the fields below	P
And wond'ring at their height through airy channels flow	P
Still to new scenes my wand'ring Muse retires	A
And the dumb show of breathing rocks admires	A
Where the smooth chisel all its force has shown	Q
And soften'd into flesh the rugged stone	Q
In solemn silence a majestic band	R
Heroes and gods the Roman consuls stand	R
Stern tyrants whom their cruelties renown	S
And emperors in Parian marble frown	S
While the bright dames to whom they humbly su'd	T
Still show the charms that their proud hearts subdu'd	T
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Fain would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse	A
And show th' immortal labours in my verse	A
Where from the mingled strength of shade and light	O
A new creation rises to my sight	O
Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow	P
So warm with life his blended colours glow	P
From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost	O
Amidst the soft variety I'm lost	O
Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound	O
With circling notes and labyrinths of sound	O
Here domes and temples rise in distant views	A
And opening palaces invite my Muse	A
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How has kind Heav'n adorn'd the happy land	O
And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand	O
But what avail her unexhausted stores	A
Her blooming mountains and her sunny shores	A
With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart	O
The smiles of nature and the charms of art	O
While proud oppression in her valleys reigns	A
And tyranny usurps her happy plains	A
The poor inhabitant beholds in vain	U
The red'ning orange and the swelling grain	U
Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines	A
And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines	A
Starves in the midst of nature's bounty curst	O
And in the loaden vineyard dies for thirst	O
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Oh Liberty thou goddess heavenly bright	O
Profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight	O
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign	U
And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train	U
Eas'd of her load subjection grows more light	O
And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight	O
Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gay	G
Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasure to the day	G
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Thee goddess thee Britannia's Isle adores	A
How has she oft exhausted all her stores	A
How oft in fields of death thy presence sought	O
Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought	O
On foreign mountains may the sun refine	L
The grape's soft juice and mellow it to wine	L
With citron groves adorn a distant soil	V
And the fat olive swell with floods of oil	V
We envy not the warmer clime that lies	A
In ten degrees of more indulgent skies	A
Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine	L
Tho' o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine	L
'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's Isle	M
And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains	A
smile	M
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Others with towering piles may please the sight	O
And in their proud aspiring domes delight	O
A nicer touch to the stretch'd canvas give	W
Or teach their animated rocks to live	N
'Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate	O
And hold in balance each contending state	O
To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war	B
And answer her afflicted neighbours' pray'r	B
The Dane and Swede rous'd up by fierce alarms	A
Bless the wise conduct of her pious arms	A
Soon as her fleets appear their terrors cease	A
And all the northern world lies hush'd in peace	A
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Th' ambitious Gaul beholds with secret dread	O
Her thunder aim'd at his aspiring head	O
And fain her godlike sons would disunite	O
By foreign gold or by domestic spite	O
But strives in vain to conquer or divide	O
Whom Nassau's arms defend and counsels guide	O
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Fir'd with the name which I so oft have found	O
The distant climes and different tongues resound	O
I bridle in my struggling Muse with pain	L
That longs to launch in	L

Joseph Addison

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